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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
MC5,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.