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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Move,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
a-ha,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.