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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
MDC,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.