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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.