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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Magma,
The Busters,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.