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 Brazil and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.