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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Index to the punk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.