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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Warren Ellis to the rap 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.