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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Maurizio to the grime 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.