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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 mellotron 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.