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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 MDC to the electroclash 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.