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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.