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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.