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 Slovakia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Oneida,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.