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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Model 500 to the jazz 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.