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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.