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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sun Ra to the grunge 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.