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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.