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 San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Japan,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.