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 Colombia and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.