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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.