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 Uzbekistan 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Circle Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.