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 Mali and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.