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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Ludus,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
MC5,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Nico,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.