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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.