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 Niger and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.