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 Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 The Last Poets to the rap 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
Franke,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Index,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.