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 Hungary and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
MDC,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.