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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.