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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Moby Grape to the dance 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.