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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Clear Light 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
UT,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.