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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.