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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Index,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.