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 Malta and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Urselle,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.