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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
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Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.