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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nirvana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.