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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.