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 Sudan 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Ossler to the jazz 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.