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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.