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 Liberia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Funky Four + One to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood 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?
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.