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 Antigua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Fat Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.