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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Cluster,
AZ,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Organ,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.