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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Unwound to the grime 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.