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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 The Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.