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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Y Pants to the grunge 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Unwound,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.