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 Burundi and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.