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 Palau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.