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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.