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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 The Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Cameo,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.