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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Brick,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.