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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Erasure,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.