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 Togo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.