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 Tonga and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Scion,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.