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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scion to the punk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
10cc,
AZ,
Organ,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.