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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.