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 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.