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 Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Archie Shepp to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Television,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.