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 Honduras and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.