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 Guyana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
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 theremin 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Can,
The Move,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.