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-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya 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?
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kayak,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.