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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.