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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.