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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Ituana,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.