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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Moody Blues to the rock 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.