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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 harpsichord 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.