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 Malawi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 The Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.