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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.