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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.