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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 techno 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.