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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David McCallum to the rap 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.