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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.