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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 marimba 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 World's Most to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.