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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Main Source 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.