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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.