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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
MC5,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.