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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.