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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.