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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.