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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.