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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.