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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
the Association,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.