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 Yemen and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.