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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Golliwogs to the crunk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.