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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.