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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.