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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.