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 Hungary and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.