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 Cambodia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Zero Boys to the rock 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.