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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.