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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case 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?
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.