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 China and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pylon 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Nico,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.