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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.