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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 funk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
John Holt,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.