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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Television,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.