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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ludus to the punk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.