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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.