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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.