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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Angels of Light to the jazz 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.