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 Namibia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Eurythmics 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.