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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.