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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.