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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the punk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
The Standells,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.