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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.