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 Somalia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Excepter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.