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 Mexico and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Faust,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.