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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.