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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.