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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.