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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.