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 Paraguay 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.