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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 World's Most to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.