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 Japan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 One Last Wish to the grunge 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Can,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.