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 Greece and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.