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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Smoke to the funk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.