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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.