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 Taiwan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.