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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Piero Umiliani 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.