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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.