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 Albania 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Ponytail to the grunge 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.