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 Kenya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.