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 Argentina 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.