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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Can,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
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.