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 Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yazoo to the grunge 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.