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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.