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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Index,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.