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 Korea North and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.