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 Belgium 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the grime 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Main Source,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.