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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 spring reverb 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 June Days to the funk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
The Move,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.