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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
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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.