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 Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Johannesburg and Beijing.
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 sitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.