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 Austria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Can to the grime 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
This Heat,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.