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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 The Mummies to the grunge 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.