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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.