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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Don Cherry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.