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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Albert Ayler to the funk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.