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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.