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 Barbados and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.