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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hot Snakes to the techno 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.