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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Half Japanese to the techno 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.