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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Rapeman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.