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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 spring reverb 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.