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 Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.