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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.