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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Can,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.