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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.