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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the crunk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.