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 Malta and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Tremeloes to the rock 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.