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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 to the dance 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.