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 Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.