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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
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.