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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.