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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.