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 Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.