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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the grunge 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.