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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.