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 Romania and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Count Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Q65,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.