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 Norway 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Scientists to the techno 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.