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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Prince Buster to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.