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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.