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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Aswad,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.