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 Norway and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.