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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Model 500 to the dance 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.