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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Techniques to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.