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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 cv313 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.