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 India and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.