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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Technova,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.