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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.