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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Swell Maps to the funk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.