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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
The Slits,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.