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 Eritrea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.