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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.