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 Tanzania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos to the grime 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.