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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.