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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.