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 Eritrea and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.