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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.