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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Babytalk to the rock 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.