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 Lebanon 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Magma,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.