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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 The Last Poets to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
the Association,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Index,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.