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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Groovy Waters 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.