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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fluxion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
DNA,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.