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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.