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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 the Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Neu!,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.