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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Bananas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.