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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.