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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.