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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Franke,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.