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 Chile and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Byron Stingily to the punk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.