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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.