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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.