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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Johannesburg and Beijing.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Brick,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.