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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.