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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Association to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.