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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.