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 Paraguay 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Flesh Eaters to the punk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.