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 Haiti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.