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 Malawi and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.