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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.