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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arcadia to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.