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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
The Busters,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.