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 Iraq and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive to the jazz 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.