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 Albania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 R.M.O. to the rap 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Technova,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Brick,
Magma,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.