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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.