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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
X-101,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.