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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
AZ,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Fear,
New Order,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.