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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 clarinet 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 Intrusion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.