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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.