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 Uzbekistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Ossler,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.