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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boredoms to the funk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.