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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.