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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.