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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Iggy Pop to the dance 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.