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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.