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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.