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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Bush Tetras to the techno 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.