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 Burkina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Nico,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.