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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.