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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.