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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 FM Einheit to the jazz 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.