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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.