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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.