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 Suriname and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pole to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.