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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the rock 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.