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 Kenya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.