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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DNA to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.