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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 chamberlin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.