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 Botswana and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.