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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.