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 Qatar 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Last Poets to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.