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 Korea South and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Names to the rap 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
the Slits,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.