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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 L. Decosne 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Television,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.