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 Tanzania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Joey Negro to the disco 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.