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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Quando Quango to the rap 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.