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 Maldives and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.