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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 K-Klass to the rap 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Ludus,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.