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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.