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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Marc Almond 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.