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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 The Gun Club to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.