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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.