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 San Marino and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Ten City to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Smog,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.