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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum 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 The Stooges to the punk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.