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 Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Leaves to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.