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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Ohio Players to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.