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 Belize and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mandrill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.