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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.