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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.