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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.