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 Mozambique and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.