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 North and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Magma,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.