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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Fatback Band to the dance 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.