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 Iran and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Mills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.