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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.