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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.