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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
Japan,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.