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 Benin and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.