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 Kosovo and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.