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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.