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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Gong,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.