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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Brass Construction to the funk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.