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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.