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 Senegal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Tubeway Army to the grime 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.