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 South Africa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.