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 Belarus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobby Womack to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.