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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod to the techno 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.