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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.