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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Y Pants 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.