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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the rap 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.