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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Television 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.