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 Bahrain 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echospace to the grime 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.