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 China and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Slick Rick to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.