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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Ituana to the disco 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
UT,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.