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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.