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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.