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 Lebanon 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.