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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.