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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Japan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Q65,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.