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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
The Associates,
CMW,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Crime,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.