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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.