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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.