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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.