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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.