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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.