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 Romania and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Scientists 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.