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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Q65,
Faust,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.