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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.