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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Japan,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.