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 Monaco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.