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 Guatemala and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Blake Baxter to the dance 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s 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 Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.