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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
The Index,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.