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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.