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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 The Tremeloes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.