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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Urselle,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.