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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.