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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.