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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Crime to the crunk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.