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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.