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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Mummies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth 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?
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.