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 Greece and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Magma,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.