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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.