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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 The Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.