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 Morocco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.