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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.