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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.