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 Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 güiro 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.