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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
10cc,
The Martian,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.