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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Japan,
Pole,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.