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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.