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 Syria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.