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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Fela Kuti to the dance 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.