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 Mali and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Letta Mbulu 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.