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 United States and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.