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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.