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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.