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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.