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 Serbia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.