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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.