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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.