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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.