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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.