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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
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 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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.