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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 John Lydon to the techno 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.