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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 This Heat to the grunge 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express 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?
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.