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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mighty Diamonds to the techno 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.