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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
CMW,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.