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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Pole,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.