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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Gang Starr to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.