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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Smog,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.