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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 KRS-One 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
cv313,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.