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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.