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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the grunge 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.