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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
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 Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Babytalk to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Television,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.