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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.