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 Malta and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.