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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.