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 Georgia and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Q65,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.