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 Poland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Hoover to the rock 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.