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 Honduras and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.