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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.