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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Camberwell Now 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.