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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.