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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.