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 Haiti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Carl Craig to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.