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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Echospace,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Zapp,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.