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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Happenings to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.