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 Yemen and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 the Association to the grime 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.