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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Index,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.