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 Zambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.