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 Peru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.