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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 The Last Poets to the punk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.