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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.