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 Dominica and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.