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 Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.