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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.