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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 The American Breed to the rap 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Monolake,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.