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 Pakistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.