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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Altered Images to the crunk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.