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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.