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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.