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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Zapp,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.