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 Angola 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.