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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Junior Murvin to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
the Association,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.