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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wasted Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.