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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.