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 Bahrain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Eric Copeland to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.