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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.