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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.