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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.