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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare to the jazz 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.