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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.