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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
UT,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.