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 Pakistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.