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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 AZ to the jazz 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.