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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.