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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.