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 Ireland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.