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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Technova,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.