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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.