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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
The Move,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.