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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.