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 Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
X-101,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
The Searchers,
Can,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.