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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Wasted Youth 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.