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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 Accra and Edmonton.
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 chamberlin 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.