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 Angola and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 oboe 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.