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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pagans to the rock 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Can,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.