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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.