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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Jacob Miller to the dance 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.