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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 R.M.O. 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Pole,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.