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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
DNA,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.