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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
The Busters,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.