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 Uganda and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.