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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.