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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.