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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.