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 Mexico and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.