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 Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Magazine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.