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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.