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 Dominica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Whodini,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.