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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.