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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.