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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.