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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
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,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.