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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Invisible to the disco 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Jandek,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Slave,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.