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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the rap 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.