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 Kosovo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.