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 Hungary and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.