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 Moldova and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the rock 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.