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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 güiro 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 The American Breed to the grime 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.