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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.