Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.