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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.