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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 New Age Steppers to the rap 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.