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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.