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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pagans to the funk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
DNA,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.