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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Patti Smith to the grime 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.