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 Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.