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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.