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 Grenada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Nas to the dance 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.