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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.