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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.