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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Tears for Fears to the techno 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.