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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.