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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 L. Decosne 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Index,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.