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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.