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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Bobby Womack to the grime 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.