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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the techno 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.