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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 the Normal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.