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 Togo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the dance 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.