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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 spring reverb 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Pole,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.