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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Q65,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.