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 Djibouti and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Busters to the funk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Ossler,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.