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 Bhutan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 The Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
MDC,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.