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 Nepal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Technova,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.