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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Tommy Roe to the techno 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.