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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.