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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Das Ding,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.