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 Burundi and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 The Modern Lovers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Television,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.