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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.