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 Bhutan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Visage,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.