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 Eritrea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.