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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Average White Band to the jazz 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.