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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.