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 Botswana and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.