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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Deepchord to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
MC5,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.