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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Trumans Water to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.