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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 oboe 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.