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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.