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 Colombia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 the Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Niagra,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Nico,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.