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 Syria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the electroclash 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.