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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.