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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 güiro 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 The Moleskins to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.