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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 The Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.