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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Byron Stingily to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.