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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Fear,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.