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 Benin and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Sonics to the rock 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.