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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.