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 Kenya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Black Moon 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Visage,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Niagra,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.