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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Nas,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.