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 Denmark and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
MC5,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.