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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.