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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.