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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Nico,
DNA,
UT,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.