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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Monks to the techno 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Mars,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
MC5,
Can,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.