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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Whodini,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.