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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.