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 Estonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Accadde A to the grunge 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.