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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.