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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.