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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Japan,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.