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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.