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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.