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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the funk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Durutti Column 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?
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.