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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Talk Talk to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.