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 Slovakia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Can,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Franke,
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.