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 Laos and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Technova,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.