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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.