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 Senegal 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.