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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.