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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.