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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.