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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Angry Samoans to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.