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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Severed Heads 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
the Swans,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.