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 Austria and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Radiohead to the dance 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.