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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.