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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.