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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stetsasonic 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff 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?
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.