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 Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.