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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.