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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 The Electric Prunes 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini 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?
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.