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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.