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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Masters at Work to the jazz 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.