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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.