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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.