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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.