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 Honduras and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brass Construction to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.