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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Porter Ricks to the rap 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.