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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.