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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Outsiders to the rap 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.