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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Litter to the rap 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
X-102,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.