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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.