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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Index,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.