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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.