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 Switzerland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.