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 Kenya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.