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 Ukraine 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.