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 Burundi and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the grunge 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.