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 Vanuatu 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.