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 Syria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.