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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Motions to the punk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.