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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hardrive to the rap 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Q65,
EPMD,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.