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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.