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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.