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 Iceland and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.